Let the years pass and become the past. Treat things as they are and add people as they are. When feelings turn into exhaustion. When the world is filled with black. When experienced, it is destined. When life makes me regretful. Entanglement is a reality that I cannot control and only see endless reality.
Time can forget everything, and it can also make certain memories deepen. Some people say they want to forget, but they can't; some feelings will return to their original point after going around for a while.
Facing is not necessarily the saddest thing. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy. What you get doesn't necessarily last long. Losing does not necessarily mean you no longer have it. No matter how beautiful it is, it cannot withstand forgetfulness, and no matter how sad it is, it cannot withstand time. The hourglass of time deposits the inescapable past, and the hands of memory always pick up those bright sorrows. The wings of youth cut through painful memories; yesterday's tears stirred up ripples in the heart.
"You woke up so quickly." A woman's voice was pleasant. She looked up at a woman wearing a kimono. The furisode's black kimono reflected the large red shore. The long sleeves on the furisode's kimono had golden patterns. The woman's long black hair, and the blue butterflies under her eyes. The corners of her mouth opened slightly: "Welcome, I am the witch of time and space, and you hold one of the keys to time and space."
I closed my eyes and tears fell down my face, silently but through tears of heartbreak and despair.